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"Benefactor, it's time for breakfast." Two young monks put two large plates of vegetarian food in front of Fatty Lu and the three of them, and one of the young monks said respectfully: "Three benefactors, forgive me, our Shaolin Temple is Zen, and we only eat vegetarian food. The food is simpler, please don¡¯t mind it.¡±
The little monk is really not modest. Apart from a large bowl of porridge, there is only a plate of salted dried radish and a plate of boiled tofu with bean sprouts on the two large plates. However, although the food is simple, it is extremely delicious for the hungry Fatty Lu, Xiao Erlang and Shang Wanyi. At that moment, Fatty Lu first served Shang Wanyi a bowl of rice porridge, and then he did not give it to himself. Instead, he begged for a spoon to feed the seriously injured Xiao Erlang. Xiao Erlang was so moved that he burst into tears, "Master, The little one is not hungry, you eat first oh the little one can eat by himself"
"Don't be so wordy, you are hurting me by blocking bullets, and you let me eat first, you want your young master to strike me by lightning?" Fatty Lu was also straightforward, pointing out Xiao Erlang directly. sinister intentions.
After all, Fatty Lu insisted on feeding the rice porridge into Xiao Erlang's mouth, and Xiao Erlang ate it with tears in his eyes, tears rolling down his face. However, Shang Wanyi turned a blind eye to the rare and moving scene that Fatty Lu created, and just ate porridge and vegetables. After eating a bowl of rice porridge, Shang Wanyi put down her chopsticks and snatched the porridge bowl from Fatty Lu He and the spoon also fed Xiao Erlang porridge, and said coldly to Fatty Lu: "Hurry up and eat, the sound of my stomach growling is so loud that I can't even close my eyes."
"Little girl, you still won't forgive anyone." Fatty Lu smiled, and quickly picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat quickly. Sanhai bowl of rice porridge was eaten, and when the hunger was relieved, the door of the Xiangfang room was pushed open again, and another young monk came in, saying that Master Zhitong, the abbot, had invited him. Erlang told them to rest in the room, but he quickly put down his job and followed the young monk to the abbot's meditation room to pay his respects.
The abbot¡¯s meditation room of Putian Shaolin Temple is located in the back garden. When passing through the back garden road, Fatty Lu saw many people in ordinary costumes practicing martial arts outside the back garden gate. He couldn¡¯t help but feel a little strange, and casually asked the little monk who led the way: "Little master, are those people outside the lay disciples of your temple?"
"Yes, they are all our lay disciples. There are more than two hundred people, more than the monks in the monastery." The young monk replied honestly.
"In that case, why didn't they show up last night?" Fatty Lu asked curiously: "Even if the lay disciples didn't live in the temple, they should come and see the situation if there was such a big commotion last night?"
Hearing Fatty Lu's words, the little monk's face turned pale, showing a panicked expression. Fatty Lu observed his words, and thanked Nan Shaolin for saving his life, and hurriedly said: "Little master, they must live on other hills. You only come to Shaolin Temple at dawn in the morning, so you didn¡¯t have time to come last night, right?¡±
"Yes, yes, the benefactor is right, that's it." The little monk heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly led Fatty Lu to the door of a monk's room, opened the door and said, "Please come in, benefactor, my abbot is in the room." waiting."
Fatty Lu walked in, and saw two old monks and a middle-aged scribe sitting in the room. One of the two old monks was Zhiheng who treated Xiao Erlang's injuries last night, and the other older one must be the Putian Shaolin Temple The abbot Zhitong elder. And the middle-aged scribe was in his thirties, dressed as a Confucian scholar in a green robe and long gown, with regular facial features and a kind expression, which made people feel very close. Fatty Lu didn't dare to be negligent, he hurriedly knelt down in front of Abbot Zhitong who was sitting in the middle, kowtowed and said: "Birth Lu Yifeng, thank you abbot for saving his life."
"You're welcome, Master Lu, please get up." Abbot Zhitong also had a very kind attitude. He got up and helped Fatty Lu himself, and asked someone to move a chair for Fatty Lu. Where, what do you do for a living? Where did you come from, where did you go? Why did those Guangdong officers and soldiers chase after you last night?"
"This" Fatty Lu was a little hesitant, wondering if he should tell the truth to the abbot of Nan Shaolin¡ª¡ªDifferent from the honest North Shaolin, Nan Shaolin was a famous anti-Qing and Fuming base in history, and it was opposed to various anti-Qing forces in the south. The Qing Fuming forces are inextricably linked, which has been mentioned in later generations of movies and TV shows. Fatty Lu is the running dog of the super traitor Wu Sangui, and Shang Wanyi is another super traitor. Shang Kexi's biological daughter, without knowing the specific situation, of course Fatty Lu dared not casually and honestly reveal these sensitive identities.
"Mr. Lu, judging from your accent, you should be from the central Yunnan area (central part of Yunnan), right?"How about it? "
"This little hero, this Lu Yifeng is the number one thief in the world, everyone can kill him!" Yang Guotai, who couldn't get Chen Jinnan's wrist off, took the opportunity and shouted: "Don't take him down, just hack him to death with one knife! "
"Hehe, hehehehe!" At this time, Fatty Lu suddenly laughed again, and suddenly asked loudly: "Dare you ask Master Abbot, are the people brought by Fu Honglie here now? Are there any?" Hiding outside the temple?"
"Why does the benefactor ask this?" Abbot Zhitong was taken aback, and quickly raised his hand to stop the shouting of the monks.
"Vibrating the high hills, there are beautiful streams and mountains through the ages." Fatty Lu said lightly: "The gate faces the sea, and the three rivers flow together for thousands of years."
"What did you say?" Fu Honglie, Yang Guotai and the others were confused, and said that Fatty Lu had already fainted from fright.
Most of the Shaolin monks present stared wide-eyed, looking at Fatty Lu in disbelief. Abbot Zhitong, Chen Jinnan and the others even changed their expressions drastically, and they were so nervous that they even stopped breathing. After calming down a bit, Chen Jinnan asked in a deep voice, "How much do you know?"
"Worship the sky for the father, worship the earth for the mother, the sun for the brother, the moon for the sister, and worship the fifth patriarch and the first ancestor Wan Yunlong as the whole gods of the Hong family." Fatty Lu asked fluently, "Burn six sticks of incense. Yes, the people brought by the dog traitor Fu Honglie, are you sure to take them all?"
Chen Jinnan tried his best to calm down, exchanged glances with Abbot Zhitong next to him, and suddenly flipped his right hand that was grabbing Yang Guotai's wrist. The steel knife also fell to the ground. Over there, Master Zhiheng also backhanded Fu Honglie's right hand, kicked him at the crook of his knee, kicked him to the knees, and held him down.
"Father Heaven and Mother Earth, fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty!" Fatty Lu shouted: "Let's do it together, and take down all the lackeys brought by the dog traitor Fu Honglie!"
"Do as he said, take them all!" Chen Jinnan subconsciously yelled and added - the secrets of the Tiandihui, which was just established the night before yesterday, had been heard by Fu Honglie and others. Unless Chen Jinnan was stupid, of course he would not let these people go left.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Amidst the exclamation, the Southern Shaolin monks and lay disciples who were all over the courtyard started their hands together, and rushed towards Fu Honglie and his party who were caught off guard like wolves. In an instant, the entire courtyard was filled with the sound of fists, feet and physical collisions, and there were scenes of Southern Shaolin monks capturing Fu Honglie's subordinates everywhere.
"Hehe." With a sneer, Fatty Lu strode forward, walked up to Fu Honglie who was held down by Master Zhiheng himself, raised his fat fist, and punched Fu Honglie hard on the nose, hitting Fu Honglie all over his face Blossoms, tears, snot and nosebleeds flow sideways.
"Dog traitor! You probably never thought of it in your dreams!" Fatty Lu pointed at the panicked Fu Honglie, and shouted in a tone that was a hundred times more righteous than Fu Honglie's: "To tell you the truth, I am actually a righteous man who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty! The patience just now , just waiting for the opportunity to catch you and your lackeys! Dog traitor, your death is coming!"
Roaring, Fatty Lu flew up his fat leg again, and hit Fu Honglie's crotch soft flesh with his sloppy foot. He was an accomplice of the Qing Dynasty who brutally suppressed the San Francisco Rebellion in history and a traitor who killed countless anti-Qing soldiers of the Chinese nation. The executioner Fu Honglie screamed like a pig, foaming from his mouth, and fainted on the spot! It is extremely honorable to be the number one traitor in the Qing Dynasty, the traitor who has harmed countless Qing loyalists and countless loyal ministers and generals of the Qing Dynasty¡ª¡ªFatty Lu! The first object of the scourge! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com